Where's My Ship?
A/N I actually wrote this one out on paper, so I figured I could copy it then finish it and post it up for you all to read. Its completely random, so flaming me is pointless, unless you would like to engage in a flame war with me. Believe me, I've been working on my arsenal of insults so we could have a lot of fun insulting each other. I'm serious, I truly won't hold it against you if you want to vent your bad day on me, I'll happily vent my bad day back at you and we'll make sweet hate until one of us (most likely you) caves in. I'm serious.
"Hey you!(breath)"
"How may I help-" The Home Depot worker trailed off when he saw who had asked him the question. In front of him, fully decked out in a black cape, ridiculous boots, and a prominent helmet with too many ridges was Darth Vadar.
"I need a new(breath) ship. My old one is(breath) busted…(breath)"
"Umm…we don't sell those?"
"WHAT! What kind of a hardware store doesn't sell ships! Oh ****, I'm not supposed to go this long without noisily breathing." With that, he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
"Look, is this some kind of prank? We don't tolerate those, so you better leave."
Bzzt
"O.M.G. Did the black guy just slash Ned in half?"
"What do you want, oh powerful black guy?"
"I want a ship(breath)."
"Please go to the airport, I'm sure they'll have something."
Bzzt
"And with that(breath), I'll be on my way(breath)."
Looking at the two censored images in front of him, the manager sighed,
"You guys are idiots, why didn't you just call the cops?"